This is a song about "50p haircut"

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

This is love, nothing else close

Let's get back to killing whores, i hunt them like boars with a sword

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

If you out there let me hear you say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.