This is a song about "Like your hairline"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I'm like your own private guard

Inhospitable like your mother

In one way or another

Your team will crash like nascar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

A criminal grind mean hustle

Minimal like your genital

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

Slaughter your circulatory like leukemia