This is a song about "Comb cases"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I am white but i fuck races. arrest me for this rap i've had many cases.

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Gotta be prepared for any and all cases

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

So you can see why they mad, look at they status