This is a song about "Bad hair"

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

And never should you tear

He'd rather come his hair.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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