This is a song about "Vegeta hairline"

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Through you under the avc line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Censor you like that one line i said

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Shouldn't of said yes to what was inside that cup

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Code red, which means you go red

And think alone in my head