This is a song about "Fake hair"

Woah there, woah there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Your pullin on my hair

But now it's more declare

But i still got that flow in my hair,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

He'd rather come his hair.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Another 5, eli won't even be there