This is a song about "Hair plugs"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

All of the hair from out my head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom