This is a song about "Skee hairline"

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

Listen to every word that i slur

What time is it, huh? check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Amounts to crap you had in every line

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Through you under the avc line

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

And just in time your head is mine

Let them sail to finish line,