This is a song about "No hairline"

And yall niggas the right flow

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

With no guns and no shields

And all my childhood memories

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

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

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

No no no guarantees

Lost my nigga over nothing though

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

And bijies like im out and

No preference, irrelevant

No conscience, no need for resilience

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix