This is a song about "Curly hair"

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Believing the screens or anything there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

And these shape-shifting hoes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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