This is a song about "Cut my hair"

We're like facial hair, i've got a full beard to my waist

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Your pullin on my hair

But now it's more declare

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Cut her up, leave the scene and my signature

Turtle dicks comb my hair

They be like where

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

Study plans to unfold the mold uphold by judges' stands

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Years back you believed that the world was fair