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

Your pullin on my hair

No, not on top but down there

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Almost at the finish line

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

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

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

So look at your history