This is a song about "Curly hair"

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Your pullin on my hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

He'd rather come his hair.

And if they did, they didn't care

Woah there, woah there

Yeah i like that long hair,