This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

My mansion's diamond in mayfair, cosigning with reigned hairs of slain mare,

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Shake your ass in public, wear a dress with no pantys so guys can see ur pubic, area,

Stupid,idiotic and not alll there/cause my bars got u '' locked in'' you in for a

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,