This is a song about "Scent legs"

From the womb, my newborn child

Your scent flowing in the wind

Im spreadin' legs while givin' these hoes pathogens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Have you ever seen a centipede with two legs

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

That happen to act like a black president

Same weed good times with a different scent

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

A clever felon sensing the scent of a verse

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers