This is a song about "Vegeta hairline"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Till i shine at the finish line/

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

And you're, approaching me right

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

Go find rhymes that aren't discrete and find time to make them neat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there