This is a song about "Your haircut"

Except she's got a little more ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Motherfucker your adopted!

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Not king james, these were coke kings

Your our provider

When it comes to spitting that fire

Together all the timethought it was true love

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents

Said when i do dirt wit her

Your our provider

I put some cash in ya pocket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Trapped in your ego and lost your personality,