This is a song about "Hair legs"

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Planned to give a tooth, but not my arms and legs

He'd rather come his hair.

I said hey, you right there

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Shoot their legs is step one

Hold on you can see my vision

Your pullin on my hair

Woah there, woah there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there