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

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Your pullin on my hair

Let me hear that beat, air

But it's hard when i look at your face

Driving my car to a foreign place

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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