This is a song about "Shit tits"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous

Her tits are fucking small

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

We getting money, you can face the facts

Until your tits fall off into your lap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Not a diss randy you're the tits i'll admit

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby