This is a song about "Dejis hairline"

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Or generate the next line,

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

I shine, you shine, so we shine

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Are going to make me cross the border, to insanity to aurora columbine/

Cut your breath and don’t think

If i lost you be patient

Almost at the finish line

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign