This is a song about "Clintons hairline"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Call me black beard straight pirating

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

You fool deserve a bravo followed by stamp hoe on your forehead

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Jesus piece around my neck

Slicing your neck like krueger,

Huh, i can't interpret her