This is a song about "Saggy breasts"

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

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

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

And still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

You saw roy with his head between two breasts,

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I still got my nike boots