This is a song about "Dejis hairline"

I been out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

You already reached your peak, your slowly turning into an antique,

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

I'm nimble you can't arrest me, i'm a symbol

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Let them sail to finish line,

Private plane, my seat recline

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My flow would put you in cardiac arrest,

As long as i'll stay by your side

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.