This is a song about "Your hair line"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

I better get my gown

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

I punch you several time and use your blood to paint a line

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

The lack of one, but your first line fore told

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition