This is a song about "Hair cuts"

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Might as well prepare

He'd rather come his hair.

Turtle dicks comb my hair

From out of nowhere

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

U got all them drums in there

Your pullin on my hair