This is a song about "Hannah s tits"

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Until your tits fall off into your lap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life

Attention is a must

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Those tits im gonna squeeze

Steal your love with ease

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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