This is a song about "Hair falling out"

He'd rather come his hair.

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I can see the sun falling

I know these haters watching

Im falling out of life like a ranger

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Kick back and know yo son set

All of the hair from out my head

Watch out cuz my hair be like fire might singe ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

But he was to busy falling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing