This is a song about "Hair cuts"

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Says money in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I see a young teen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"