This is a song about "Your nipples"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

What i would do for a glimpse of your nipples

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I need yo nipples in my life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Your on fire.. your on fire

How bout we blow this bit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Ice melts into rain