This is a song about "Jessica s hairline"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

The outline which you n****s out dated

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get