This is a song about "Perfect legs"

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

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

I will take the ground out from under your legs

And everybody's having sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Your brains nothing but two virgin legs…

He won't run away with his tail between his legs

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Dont judge me till your perfect

Carol city or was it the west

Now move a little bit to the left

And we may not be perfect

Here... let me stretch your legs,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Hold my tears i tried my best

I could tell you your perfect