This is a song about "Ass hair"

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

I said hey, you right there

He'd rather come his hair.

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Your pullin on my hair

No, not on top but down there

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,