This is a song about "Tits a flappin"

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

She sucks quick i lick her tits

The ones that have the big tits

Lil prps like 3 digits

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Until your tits fall off into your lap

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Slice your bitch open, and pour icing over her tits and lick em off,

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

You can hear it in my lyrics

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Girl, you got me in a trance