This is a song about "My arms and legs"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I put in so much work my legs gettin shook

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Around me to stretch my legs and walk outside

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

With blood running fast down my arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

Planned to give a tooth, but not my arms and legs

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

I understand, i'm back by popular demand