This is a song about "Hair on necks"

To my career expansion/ i wanna be livin'/ in high life/ with a guiness/ new record has been taken/

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Yeah i like that long hair,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Do it ppv, snap necks with the pressure

Season opener, finna be there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks