This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

I got arrested it wasn't my fault but nobody protested

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Or generate the next line,

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Your laying lives out on the line.

Would look at us all the time

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Can you faggots keep up line for line

....i sware this is not my fault....

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt