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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

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

Slow and steady wins this race

But it's hard when i look at your face

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And got her room number, you can find me there

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

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

Your face, oh look at it, you're now getting burned

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first