This is a song about "Bryce hairline"

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Loving you is clouding my head

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Even if it tends to be about tree