This is a song about "Saggy breasts"

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts

And you aint got no breasts

I think you and your friends

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Girls come form a queue and show me all your fucking breasts

First off congratulations on the win

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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