This is a song about "Your beard"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Unless your disappearing

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Look, he's here and he's growin' a beard now

Will somebody please show me how

Let's enjoy our younger years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.