This is a song about "6 hair cutting objectives"

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Your pullin on my hair

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm cutting off your fun

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

He'd rather come his hair.

And yea we both coming

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Brighter than yellow bones