This is a song about "Having gun legs"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

Minus your head legs arms

You haters put up your guards

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

You talkin bout toting that gun

And i am one of one

In the car with a gun,

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king