This is a song about "Big hair"

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

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

They be like where

Yeah i like that long hair,

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

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Your pullin on my hair

Woah there, woah there