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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

And look at your edition compared to its definition,

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