This is a song about "Lebons hairline"

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

Where you belong with your family

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Or generate the next line,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

I'm in a supersonic fighter plane as a gunner/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine