This is a song about "Thick hips"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

Only a hand on those hips

They bringing me fish and chips

When you spill out hits

Of whats between those hips

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Thick lips and a sick class

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

Blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.

Oh ya, like that, make it thick

Baby am i slick

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

Aren't you somethin' to admire