This is a song about "Sleeve"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I got a long sleeve with a bunch of tricks to amaze

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

You make a nigga sing songs nice

34. blood running down my sleeve,

I'm sharper than shark teeth

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,

Like bitch please, if my heart was on my sleeve

I'm everything that they call nice

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

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