This is a song about "Fucking titties"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Just caking and fucking

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

I love titties, you want hickeys, i don't let girls striptease, iv'e been to every city

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

My snapback with got a d on it, my snapchat got her titties on it.

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got