This is a song about "My boobs"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Miami nights, ain't another one

My words are my rhythm

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights