This is a song about "Eyebrows on fleek"

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb

On my ride on the bills baby i

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

When you took my hand up so calm

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Aight, keep going, on and on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Im tired of being slepted on

Angle these beats like a pentagon