This is a song about "Facial hair"

Through ya facial cartilage,

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

He'd rather come his hair.

Hey, you right there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Go get your daily facial

We're like facial hair, i've got a full beard to my waist

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where