This is a song about "Your hair looks shit"

On that red-eyed kush flight

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Looks are exalted; just don't let your beauty fall.

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/

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

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

Your pullin on my hair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

And got her room number, you can find me there