This is a song about "Fuzzy hair"

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

All of the hair from out my head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Park my plane right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

He'd rather come his hair.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Your pullin on my hair