This is a song about "Body hair"

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

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Guess i’m different than most

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Season opener, finna be there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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