This is a song about "Ryans hairline"

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Or generate the next line,

3 times, show me your peace sign

Couple grand when i rock the night

Restricting them of there sight/

Bad rap, cuties claim

He looked up and saw a plane.

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

You exert your mind with every spurted line

It ain't hard to make money

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field