This is a song about "Look at your hair line"

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

Im the coolest of cool look at my hair do

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Let me rideuntil i get free

So look at your history

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Just look at your portrait, and tell me you're not insane.

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard