This is a song about "Nipples and stuff"

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

You start seeing they flaws and stuff they lack

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

While i'm rubbing my nipples

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

I lust for days when i saw your nipples

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles