This is a song about "Saggy breasts"

And still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

I think you and your friends

Spose ill snort coke off the breasts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

On the slow jam of love

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends