This is a song about "Your hair line far back"

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

We be in the party like we own that bar

No turn back round now/ we're destine to go far

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Your laying lives out on the line.

Loony bottom line your a rhyme taker

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

The fourth one, i like to kick around

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag