This is a song about "Your shit hairline"

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

But the same deposition take it every time

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Put you file for all your dumb shit

In the midst of a fire pit

And you all will respect that

I'ma kick your ass at this shit

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Move your shit outta here

I only roll with the real

Miley your a bitch spit your shit verse,

That's why she ignore my flowers

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king