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

I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

Who starts a battle with "i lost a lot of times",

We will never die, we are forever alive

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Gettin by without giving a damn so i can reflect on who i am as the best

And my kick game beyond crazy

I'm adored by who loves me

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin