This is a song about "Bad hair line"

Would look at us all the time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Corduroys, cam will shine

Or generate the next line,

He'd rather come his hair.

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Yeah i like that long hair,

Your pullin on my hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair