This is a song about "Thin hair"

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Girl listen, trying to position

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

It's how we put it there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

And getting money is the song i sing