This is a song about "Bryce hairline"

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Part of me though, is searching for answers

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

(make a) girl's kitty purr on my chin after i've been in her

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Then you'll jump back with the same peak same tweak on those sheets

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Coroners comfort your mama

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters