This is a song about "Cutting hair"

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

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

He'd rather come his hair.

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

They're tryin to say that i don't care

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Live from the lamont's rose

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

So you finally got the nerve

Cutting behind closed shutters,