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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I look at your empty seat wondering where i went wrong,

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Almost at the finish line

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair