This is a song about "Bryce hairline"

Death due peak, toxic rotten leak my mouth seeps.

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Amounts to crap you had in every line

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Amounts to crap you had in every line

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Or generate the next line,

Cause, i need that one good time