This is a song about "Titties and ass"

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Mind your motherfucking business

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

Shows to do, got record to sell

Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!

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

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

And laugh as i unleash it on your ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash