This is a song about "Hairy tits"

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

She sucks quick i lick her tits

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

I only got four minutes

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

Songs all about bitches tits.

She likes the way it hits her lips

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Her tits are fucking small

These joints here not found at the mall