This is a song about "Your hair line"

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

I drive that all around

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

I got something you've been waiting for

Loony bottom line your a rhyme taker

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

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

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,