This is a song about "Bad hair line"

Almost at the finish line

Private plane, my seat recline

We both grown and i dont care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

He'd rather come his hair.

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Hey, you right there

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere