This is a song about "Ass hair"

They tryin to say that i don't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Yeah i like that long hair,

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

All of the hair from out my head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

He'd rather come his hair.

From out of nowhere

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

And now i walk around without a care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair