This is a song about "Your afro"

Yeah, one time for the

Fuck your criteria

So i can understand police victims

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Balling, but it’s not a game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I ain't happy with the score

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Rub the wood and ima show em love