This is a song about "You have a monobrow"

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

What a desperation, you have no authorization.

They would have thought you saw a ghost

I mean of course just the same old

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Faggot you wont have a sign

But check out how i roll mine

My god come before this bread

You have a hound on a lead,

Sucking's a habit you have adapted

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Why probe our ass

Thats a nice gun you have