This is a song about "Hair lines"

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

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

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

And got her room number, you can find me there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there