This is a song about "Shit tits"

You can hear it in my lyrics

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Didn't do a thing at all

Her tits are fucking small

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Until your tits fall off into your lap

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

Gawking and stalking this blonde chick with nice tits/

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

Look, need to call it quits

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

For light skin hunnies with tits that make her hug funny,