This is a song about "Ball juices hair"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

U got all them drums in there

Your pullin on my hair

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Mirror mirror on the wall

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Staring at the crystal ball

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

We love for a while then a light goes

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

They tryin to say that i don't care

Turtle dicks comb my hair