This is a song about "Roberto hairline"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Because school is really dumb i mean whats the fuckin point

Until the end of time

Through you under the avc line

I perfect every line

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

I took my number, i waited in line

We came.. way too far pretty baby

You don't know me, or my family tree

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Of bad bitches and good tree

At this point even hook up with two

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I dream he's alive and wake up with hot flashes

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,