This is a song about "Painted hair"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I painted a crime just for the feds

I said hey, you right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there