This is a song about "6 hair cutting objectives"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Right, now you say you don't care

Your pullin on my hair

This ones for the lovers

Cutting behind closed shutters,

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

They were partying i was cutting tracks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Cutting class for the pool

The ones who spent their days cutting

And now the present got you struggling

When the people in power got some reckless objectives

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills