This is a song about "Curls"

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips