This is a song about "Hannah s boobs"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I still got my nike boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Just to let you know, you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

A far reach from them rap dudes

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

It´s the battle of life

I need a backyard full court size