This is a song about "Black hair"

And got her room number, you can find me there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Believing the screens or anything there

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

He'd rather come his hair.

Throw your gun in tha air