This is a song about "Cut my hair"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Keep my grass cut/ so i can always find a snake

They tryin to say that i don't care

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

My words cut through like my tongue is a machete,

Cut her up, leave the scene and my signature

If its not couture, i will not go to her

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Watch out cuz my hair be like fire might singe ya

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi