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

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

But it's hard when i look at your face

As you look at their faces your convinced it is true.

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Welcome to organized crime

Almost at the finish line