This is a song about "Hair cut"

For 9 years in spain had the time share

But i still got that flow in my hair,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Here they keep a rachet close

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

When you took my hand up so calm

Bitches is artificially duck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,