This is a song about "Sleeves"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

But see me im on this rappad like sleeves onna sweater

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

They got more tactics tricks up sleeves diversions

Tug these sleeves up my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

Now i'm living out my dreams

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?

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

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