This is a song about "Your eyebrows"

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Whenever your blazing

Don't want to be the king

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Searching for fortune and fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster