This is a song about "Sluuurp dem big tits"

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Songs all about bitches tits.

Went out and had a church of kids

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

Cause there could never be peace

Those tits im gonna squeeze

Gawking and stalking this blonde chick with nice tits/

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Here i go again, searching for love

But not one of dem good ones

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids