This is a song about "Your haircut"

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Your our provider

What is hittin' for

Your only in fight with your damn war

Turn it up a little more

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

It's all good, finna dog that