This is a song about "My boobs"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

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

This is my original, my validation

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My words are my rhythm

Higher power where these verses from

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs