This is a song about "Perfect legs"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

Im spreadin' legs while givin' these hoes pathogens

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Until you came i was perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Either ways it's perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I could tell you your perfect

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

December 4th a star was born

Legs... stamina's up as i run this

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches