This is a song about "Good ol tits"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Songs all about bitches tits.

Gawking and stalking this blonde chick with nice tits/

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous

I got pics of this bitch with her little tits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips