This is a song about "Cutting off my hair"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She told me erything is real

All of the hair from out my hear

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

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours