This is a song about "Ur hair line"

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

U got all them drums in there

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

And now i walk around without a care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur