This is a song about "Ur barber"

And realize ur pussy bitch.

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And ur never on his level

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

From ur head n' ur mind,

Cause i’m back on my grind

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Faded like a barber shop

Disconnects ur head to normality

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see