This is a song about "No eyebrows having ass"

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

She don't really care about anyone advice

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

People love hodgy i hate you though

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers