This is a song about "Ankles"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

You won't even see me when your ankles brake

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Till ur ankles and veins are shattered in pain

Ill break your fuckin ankles

Good kids make bad grown ups

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Ankles feeling as if they're full of weights.

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades