This is a song about "Vegeta hairline"

No more waiting in a line

Guess that means you can never be mine

Or generate the next line,

I'm running out of time

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Punch right through your chest cardiac arrest

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

By not enough of time, to insight a line, i've sacrificed

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind