This is a song about "Sleeves"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

They got more tactics tricks up sleeves diversions

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

If you believe then you can achieve

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

But see me im on this rappad like sleeves onna sweater

If its not couture, i will not go to her