This is a song about "Your nipples"

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Leave your running to your mamma,

My all gold rolly or the

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I just wanna see your nipples so bad

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

While i'm rubbing my nipples

Stack up your funds like a million bucks