This is a song about "Your hair line"

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

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Corrupting your brain with every line that ive written

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And got her room number, you can find me there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Dragging you by your bare hair and burying you 6 ft in the ground

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there