This is a song about "Limbs"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Beggars payin lesbians for eleven severed limbs

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Ill use my bare hands to butcher your limbs an snap your neck

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Like the limbs on ya feet, that's what i suppose

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Watch as your relatives grab a bag to scavenge for your many limbs

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends