This is a song about "Eyebrows not on fleek"

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

And shits not perfect but at least i'm not spending all of my time on bridges

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

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

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

If not, resume-sending on the wake up

Next big thing to be on whats hot, your not.

Believe me i'mma be your god

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Begging not to be on my hit list

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Im not but on the topic

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Not an afghan but i get my terror on.