This is a song about "Eyebrows not on fleek"

See, nobody #adores 'we' if it's not me whatever the rap's on.

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Thats why they disgruntled because they not on the thrown

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Im not but on the topic

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

My garage full of cars that bounce