This is a song about "Rubbing your nipples"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Cause you're most likely to crash

Your body's right as rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

You cant come to these altitudes, after that put rubbing alchol on your wounds

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I need yo nipples in my life

And slid back north of course to pen more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your