This is a song about "Eyebrows on fleek"

That's word to my mom

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Your on fire.. your on fire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

You cant grab on whats on the news

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

On my ride on the bills baby i

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Cause i already moved on

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Gotta take my dreams on