This is a song about "Wiggly legs"

I put in so much work my legs gettin shook

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And if you delete this rap you prove you're handicapped with broken legs

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

European model white bitch is eating donuts

I will take the ground out from under your legs

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

Light you up muy picante, cross your legs like i'm ghandi

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

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