This is a song about "Curly hair"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Took me a while just to write those

Everybody put three fingers in the air

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Throw your money in the air

Turtle dicks comb my hair

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair