This is a song about "That beard sexy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Hella intelligent that

Ain't even tryna hold back

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Than george lopez flying a reigndeer with a beard!

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Grow your beard out, just weird out

I don't need that,i can't see that

And i got that bait, they all bad