This is a song about "Black hair"

Hey, you right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Guess i’m different than most

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair