This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

So let's have a toast, everything fine

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Even if it tends to be about tree

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

See if i ever crossed over that line

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Let them sail to finish line,

I got a part time

Clean teeth so i can meet neat people on the street with sweet feet

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead