This is a song about "Ole tangy"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track