This is a song about "Clean hair"

We love for a while then a light goes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Let me hear that beat, air

Yeah i like that long hair,

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean