This is a song about "Titty fuck"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

And when i start to rise

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

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

It may be not the same for you

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress