This is a song about "Muffin tops"

Only concern was the home that was close to him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

Everything about me tops all of them

And do i need to mention when

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots