This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

That anvil neidhart minus bright knickers

Never been one to point fingers

Im screaming to the fucking sky

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Cutting class for the pool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Your times receding i can already see it starting to stop beating,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

These jordan 4′s: check

The numbers burst my head

And im sure, that flew over your head/

I respect that you don't know yet

Lady g, willy b in time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,