This is a song about "Fuzzy hair"

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Season opener, finna be there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair