This is a song about "Saggy breasts"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Still got my nike boots

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

What up girl, tell me how you been

You saw roy with his head between two breasts,

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Spose ill snort coke off the breasts

I like rollin' with friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Heard the sound of several gun shots