This is a song about "Hannah s tits"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

Hop in and let me test drive

It´s the battle of life

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

That they have some fuckin spasm issues like hannah montana

Lights please, lights please

Those tits im gonna squeeze

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

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

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

The jiggas and the tips

She sucks quick i lick her tits