This is a song about "You have no hairline"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

You make me lose thrills, cuz you have no skills

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

I dnt no where you muther fuckers have been

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

To dream is to live life’s full potential

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

That you would no longer have emotion

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

You have no hope in this battle, you're schemes are too basic

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit