This is a song about "Look at your hair line"

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

But it's hard when i look at your face

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job