This is a song about "Mest up hairline"

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Play up, play up, and play the game!

She said i'm ready to fuck

Shit sun never came up

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Beat box while we team up

They like talking, its like gossip

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand