This is a song about "Dying my hair"

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Watch out cuz my hair be like fire might singe ya

Your friends say, why we not together yet

All of the hair from out my head

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting