This is a song about "Emilys crusty hair"

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

Like your raps are crusty.

Blow up on this society

Vizions blankets are crusty and white because he masturbates to my profile picture,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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