This is a song about "Sugar tits"

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

So here i am at the store for some chips

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Until your tits fall off into your lap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling