This is a song about "Dying hair"

Inside it feels like im dying

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Im living every second that im dying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Park my plane right there

Believing the screens or anything there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair