This is a song about "No tits"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I got pics of this bitch with her little tits

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Not a diss randy you're the tits i'll admit

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily

And the v12, that's on various trips

The ones that have the big tits

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Got pissed off and ripped pamela lee's tits off

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits