This is a song about "Body hair"

He'd rather come his hair.

Park my plane right there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

Give us this day, our daily bread

All of the hair from out my head

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Let me hear that beat, air

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,