This is a song about "Sleeves"

I sweat no bitches just sweat out weaves

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

Even with stories that teach men not to freak with these senoritas with sleeves of sequins

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Tire marks, tire marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But see me im on this rappad like sleeves onna sweater

They got more tactics tricks up sleeves diversions

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

But i got more tricks up my sleeves then fucking ben ten

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?

Miami nights, it was all a dream