This is a song about "Thighs"

Call the network dipset family ties

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

For this, i thank the lord

Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Gashed his eyes/slashed his thighs/so fast he dies

Never miss these things, see my game precise

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

I'l sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary