This is a song about "Your nipples"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

And i got that drive and she just might crash

They think they bring that pain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Apart from my nipples, and that i've got three,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Ice melts into rain

I aint seen no nipples since i seen you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through