This is a song about "Ball juices hair"

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Turtle dicks comb my hair

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Like they not gon' stare

He'd rather come his hair.

This is love, nothing else close

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Trophy//is not taking a shower when your mom pussy juices soak me//i'ma live

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Mirror mirror on the wall

Schools out, its time to ball.