This is a song about "I like big boobs"

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

It feels like a big race,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And still got my nike boots

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

You don't mean that, you faggot

Don't act like you're the big hit

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Music had a big effect / lyrics i wrote i wear like a vest