This is a song about "Hair lining"

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Toy graffers i'm lining out

No, no, we are not those

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining