This is a song about "Eyebrows on fleek"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Cause i already moved on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Screw up the cup, i'm on

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

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They pick on him and step on him

When you took my hand up so calm

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Aight, keep going, on and on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?