This is a song about "6 hair cutting objectives"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Game over: had her shopping in milan

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

There are times when you'll need someone

I'm cutting off your fun

The ones who spent their days cutting

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair