This is a song about "Cutting off my hair"

Say your prayers, best prepare for despair, sticking off ya every single hair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

All of the hair from out my head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

All of the hair from out my hear