This is a song about "Fuzzy hair"

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Your pullin on my hair

Throw your money in the air

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

But now it's more declare

He'd rather come his hair.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

But i still got that flow in my hair,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair