This is a song about "Hair ties"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Ties that i'm severin', and damn i represent,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Of my mind as it ties thoughts of misery

Believing the screens or anything there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

You can forever try to sever ties, but you're jeopardized,

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

He'd rather come his hair.

I'm love stoned and i could swear