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

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Almost at the finish line

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

So look at your history

And look at your edition compared to its definition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

And just in time your head is mine

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

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