This is a song about "Titties mcgee"

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Sheeit i make a bitches titties squeak,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,

My snapback with got a d on it, my snapchat got her titties on it.

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit