This is a song about "Your hair line"

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Just clippin' your hair and screenin' all air. oh hell yeah,that's crazy.

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Your pullin on my hair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

I know a little betty from downtown

So i'll paint a line for you and your stupid mind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind