This is a song about "Emilys crusty hair"

He'd rather come his hair.

Hey, you right there

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

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

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

And never should you tear

Your pullin on my hair

Yeah i like that long hair,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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