This is a song about "Butthole hair"

Your pullin on my hair

Let me hear that beat, air

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

Yeah i like that long hair,

And never should you tear

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

All of the hair from out my head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air