This is a song about "Johnnys hairline"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Say it's all your fault while the ground engraved your sour look.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I guess you'd probably choke on a cup of coke

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

No gimmick: real time, real heart

A piece of art, at least some part

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Cut the fuckers up black or white

But it was my fault i acted like a fool

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup