This is a song about "Joels hairline"

45 always tucked in the side

Must be a lady in tha light

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

You exert your mind with every spurted line

In time we learned to live a life of crime

And i'll be the richest,but money isn't point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I turn a mistake into a property

But five years from now i bet she see

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line