This is a song about "Eyebrows on fleek"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

You cant grab on whats on the news

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Pay dues like a hair salon

That's word to my mom

Turn it over, now i'm on,

Gotta take my dreams on

My sim card's the bomb

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?