This is a song about "Romeos hairline"

Cut your wig off, barber

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I took my number, i waited in line

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Huh, got to get better with time

I cant think of the next line...

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

And all women who had light features, see

You exert your mind with every spurted line

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

I don't really give a fuck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time