This is a song about "Your eyebrows"

What we gotta do to survive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Imma make it rain

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Thuggin' till the day i die

Your gonna gratify