This is a song about "Scent legs"

Your brains nothing but two virgin legs…

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

A clever felon sensing the scent of a verse

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Tire marks, tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

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

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

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds