This is a song about "Limbs movies"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

It's that r rated shit that you see in the movies

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Limbs his screaming to me was like hymns

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Watchin bratz movies till noon

I need a little room

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

His movies were just a fucking parody

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics