This is a song about "Abdi hairline"

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.

You'd be walking a fine line

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

I can kill you now, but i stand here and start to growth.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

The ville with a coupe rocket

It's all good, finna dog that

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter