This is a song about "Hair loss"

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

And if they did, they didn't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

Park my plane right there

Yeah i like that long hair,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause