This is a song about "Long sleeve bruhs"

We at the top where we belong

My choppa strap too long

Every day i mourn it/ i wore my love on my sleeve just wishing that you'd adore it

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I'll kill mc's with a magician's list of tricks up my sleeve.

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I wore it on my sleeve just wishing that you'd adore it.

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

I don't really gotta' take so long

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

This is my day year long

With tracks on my sleeve, you girl are never gunna leave", forever awake no sleep

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Gotta go, let her leave