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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

You exert your mind with every spurted line

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Did give you a good scare raised the hair on the back of your neck bitch beware,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

You've managed to keep your ears pealed and make it this far

I've got so much to say

But now your livin far away

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

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