This is a song about "Your fake hair"

Its either your real or your fake - no in between

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Got tired of running from the police

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

You fake like money your a counterfeit

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your lies are fake as george bush/

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Say your prayers, best prepare for despair, sticking off ya every single hair

Your pullin on my hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air