This is a song about "Thin hair"

U got all them drums in there

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

I know that love it could begin

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

High off life? my nigga not even

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

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

And i like the hoes that need passion

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing