This is a song about "Shit tits"

Her tits are fucking small

Bitch, i was born to ball

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily

Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

The track list is impacting kids to smack a bitch and grab her tits

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Slice your bitch open, and pour icing over her tits and lick em off,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Until your tits fall off into your lap