This is a song about "Brains and hair"

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Another 5, eli won't even be there

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,

And build the beginning of better brains with a bit of belief.

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees