This is a song about "Limp bizkit"

She leave her hair in the sink

These streets ain't paved gold, walk with a limp

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

You have the look of somnolence, it's your limp game

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint