This is a song about "Your hairline"

I can barely wipe my ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

All green nigga pick six

Your on fire.. your on fire

And then along came the wrong man for her

Ice melts into rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

Im courtside, wizard game

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

This aint your town, this aint your city

The time is waiting

Whenever your blazing