This is a song about "Your hairline"

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Or something that you paid for

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Your on fire.. your on fire

This is something different

Improve your encouragement,