This is a song about "Eyebrows not on fleek"

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Twice now you're back on track not with

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

Where would i be without my dogs

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Carolina where i made it from

Get it suitcase? not funny, but a smile on the face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

On my t.v. not believing what they speak

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep