This is a song about "Nipples and stuff"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

People don't condone what they've never seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

And go to sleep, with stoner dreams that's keeping me from hating stuff

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I lust for days when i saw your nipples

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I bet that mirror gon show you

And all the stuff that you went through

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

Together all the timethought it was true love

What i would do for a glimpse of your nipples

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles