This is a song about "Curly hair"

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Don't you leave a seed in there

From out of nowhere

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Believing the screens or anything there

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

A life where we don't need no welfare