This is a song about "Dying hair"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

He'd rather come his hair.

They tryin to say that i don't care

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

We've gon so far astray

Gangstas dying from day to day

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

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire