This is a song about "Hairs"

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

Cause if you run the light

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with christian dior

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

My mansion's diamond in mayfair, cosigning with reigned hairs of slain mare,

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Menacing stares, he glares makin' the hairs all on the back of your neck stand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.