This is a song about "Bryce hairline"

Oldest nation on this earth

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Dont worry odin is just mythical!

Got to the end of the tunnel

Make the ladies' panties fog

Let me see you walk

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Fog in the room it's worthy of noting

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Everyday we line up for that one train/

I took my number, i waited in line

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

But for me this song makes end of the line

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine