This is a song about "Limp"

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

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

And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Stand limp back weighted with the weight planet

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane