This is a song about "Ankles"

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

You won't even see me when your ankles brake

Good kids make bad grown ups

Ill break your fuckin ankles

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Ankles feeling as if they're full of weights.

Till ur ankles and veins are shattered in pain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

We race foreign cars, custom models

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend