This is a song about "You got boobs"

And when theres booze their is boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You thought you got it made

Im washin off another plate

But am i less holy

Hope you got it little be

Like you got a splinter

And you know i paint that picture

Please hold your applause

Now you got that drop off

I’m coming back like light-skin and

If you ain't got talent,

Got me thinking you 2 chains

I know what it takes