This is a song about "Grabbing boobs"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

And plus i've got the grass you lack, niggas, i be grabbing ass,

And still got my nike boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring