This is a song about "No hairline"

No hesitations no waits

High: that's why they call us planes

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

No failed romances, no second glances,

Steal your love with ease

No no no guarantees

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

No more money, no more fame

Ice melts into rain

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline