This is a song about "Squeeze"

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

But you know the beef is on when i grab your heart and squeeze it strong

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Lights please, lights please

Those tits im gonna squeeze

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

No respect for a ghost, best of the flows, squeeze and pull it,

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Imma fucking wrap my hand around his damn throat and squeeze,

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

As i declip this bottle of lubrication, spin on the spot in rotation, squeeze,

Just know that i'm always

In through the throat and squeeze