This is a song about "Having gun legs"

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

Escaping from my fucken gun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Pooping - having a blast,

If you ever feel alone and

And i know that you're open

Shoot their legs is step one

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Ive been having these thoughts

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open