This is a song about "A by who lost hs legs"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

With legs open further than a ditch if you can afford it's,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Even if you win, we both know who really lost

Let's put it on cruise control

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged