This is a song about "Thin hair"

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

Catch you up on places i've been

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Leave queers in tears, fear this thin bombardier

Don't you leave a seed in there

Yeah i like that long hair,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Call the network dipset family ties

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Ima go until my arm's sore

You don;t thin anymore