This is a song about "Joels hairline"

No more waiting in a line

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Full of shit, like i ate that john

No point in hanging on

People be beat, feds come i dont even more my feet, lyrics like mine i dont need to be neat

And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' tornthey made me an animal, can't sleep

Trace the origin of the avenger indenture

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Rout the centre forced surrender

And i just want to hold her

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

Welcome to organized crime

I perfect every line