This is a song about "Titties and ass"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

Must be something you want me to see

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

And laugh as i unleash it on your ass

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

You ain't working hard as this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Can't seem to find a solid ground

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Pockets probably like fried food

Titties out, betty boop/