This is a song about "My boobs"

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs