This is a song about "Black hair"

Don't you leave a seed in there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

And now i walk around without a care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

And these shape-shifting hoes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

I'm about to snap

Top dropped down, black on black

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

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