This is a song about "Robot leg"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

I got something you've been waiting for

Chew off my leg and my motherfucker finger,