This is a song about "Your eyebrows"

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Baby, you got that super bass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

My garage full of cars that bounce

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?