This is a song about "Eyebrows on feel"

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Come on, fatso, let me feel your best haymaker,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

I was put on this earth to write about how i feel/

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

This is just me venting out on how i feel

Lenses on but i still feel so blind

Now walk to it with your land mind

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

C'mon baby get on the floor, feel the ground beneath you