This is a song about "Thick girl thursday"

I can barely wipe my ass

Thick lips and a sick class

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists

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

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

It's impossible to get this thick bitch off my dick

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

So i eye a thick pretty waist

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I think next time i rap i'll do it fast and thick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

We can talk things over a little a while