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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

And look at your edition compared to its definition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Im the coolest of cool look at my hair do

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

I drive that all around