This is a song about "Abdi hairline"

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

Didn't know i was somewhat out of line

Westside, bitch i run mine

Somebody call the coroner, cuz bitch i'm on the border

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

By not enough of time, to insight a line, i've sacrificed

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I perfect every line

Let them sail to finish line,

Baby you so fine

Private plane, my seat recline

Let them sail to finish line,