This is a song about "Owen hairline"

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Save some, save none at the same time

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Im just trying to stay in line, with sign that my life is slipping

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

She's in her brand new coupe and she's smoking too

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Your laying lives out on the line.

If they find that stash box just one time

It ain't about black or white cause we human

It's only a dream, check point reality one

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness