This is a song about "Black hair"

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

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

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

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Black as black like the blacktop/

They be like where

Turtle dicks comb my hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,