This is a song about "Small titties"

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Your titties got me horny bitch quit getting pushy

Everybody have's small problems

Don’t you be holding back, your love