This is a song about "Dying my hair"

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Im the coolest of cool look at my hair do

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

It's how we put it there

Turtle dicks comb my hair