This is a song about "Dying hair"

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

And dying every second im living

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

He'd rather come his hair.

Let me hear that beat, air

Gangstas dying from day to day

Reading shit my critics say

Bun b, i’m underground king

Inside it feels like im dying

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,