This is a song about "Eyebrows not on fleek"

Twice now you're back on track not with

And i don't rely on no bitches

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

If not, resume-sending on the wake up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

But wait, hold on, let's not forget

Depending on whether or not it's worth it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Im not but on the topic