This is a song about "Your hairline"

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'll never call you bitch again

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Saying they this and that