This is a song about "Hair imam"

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Don't you leave a seed in there

Your pullin on my hair

U got all them drums in there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there