This is a song about "Wiggly legs"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I put in so much work my legs gettin shook

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

So i quit the bj and tell open those legs now,

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Tail between your legs, know what's next adolf

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

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