This is a song about "Big hair"

Don't you leave a seed in there

Yeah i like that long hair,

And now i walk around without a care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there