This is a song about "Dumi s hairline"

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Im sayin one night my love is like that

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen