This is a song about "Bald legs"

I will take the ground out from under your legs

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Minus your head legs arms

Tire marks, tire marks

While the bitch’s legs kick trying to break free

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Your brains nothing but two virgin legs…

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

He was grown with experience and bald as can be