This is a song about "Been dyed"

Thinking of what it could have been

With a little bit of passion

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Televised everywhere i dyed and remember

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Fussy lad has been discharged this case has been horrible

If that's disdain then where has 'he' been...

First sceneproducers pointin' like action