This is a song about "Magdys legs"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Shoot their legs is step one

For those whey no fit dey fix son

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

He's scared to get lost in the gap between your legs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Here... let me stretch your legs,

I'm on deck i'm up next