This is a song about "Bradys ball hair"

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

He'd rather come his hair.

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Staring at the crystal ball

And i love you all

Your pullin on my hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Turtle dicks comb my hair

And never should you tear

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Three town homes in delaware

Yeah i like that long hair,