This is a song about "Joels hairline"

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Head in your soup while im headin to the coupe

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I know the whole world sky

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Like a line full of hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Niggas is openin' up, cause they ain't popping

Because in the end everyone is parting

The truth of my blood line is unknown

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Her lifes a field of landmines

Rollin' down the four o five