This is a song about "Hair loss"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Little kids are at a loss

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare