This is a song about "Magdys legs"

Treads get left upon heads as legs are leaving ur saab.

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Look it something they can't ever see

While the bitch’s legs kick trying to break free

Your brains nothing but two virgin legs…

And everybody's having sex

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Light you up muy picante, cross your legs like i'm ghandi

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Here... let me stretch your legs,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks