This is a song about "Curly hair"

And got her room number, you can find me there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Your pullin on my hair

Like they not gon' stare

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes