This is a song about "6 hair cutting objectives"

You appear as if you care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Settin different assets, objectives, change your bad decisions,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips