This is a song about "Skin on my hair"

People judge others based on their pigments under their skin

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

And they said i couldn't cause of the color of my skin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Not get picked on cuz the colour of her skin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

Turtle dicks comb my hair

It's how we put it there

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see