This is a song about "Hayleys weave"

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

I'm why baby mommas leave

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb