This is a song about "Eric having gray hair and big cheeks"

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

And i don't care what a bitch say, i'mma be like this till i get gray

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air