This is a song about "Ankle ligaments"

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Till your ligaments' stiff when rigarmortis get you little men sittin'

My poetry all i've ever written her is held by ligaments

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Watch the way i spit it bro, tear your ligaments

Nigga got an ankle tag with some elites

In private, not public in the streets

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

They will diss your dissonance and rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick