This is a song about "Curls"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,

That's why she ignore my flowers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

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

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