This is a song about "I be braking ankles"

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

A big disappointment i would hate to be

You won't even see me when your ankles brake

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

I am who i deserve to be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or closed casket for our troubles

Ill break your fuckin ankles

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

And i don't wanna be defined,

I got a lot on my mind

I come right 'round they'll be

Walk that body, talk that body