This is a song about "Going to gyal"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

You are going to die

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Westside, bitch i run mine

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Well here's how to keep the flow going

I ain't going to lie,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

The birds i knew flip birds

Going to train on spiders

Its not going to stop me,

Plottin' don’t even worry

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?