This is a song about "Gay hair"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

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

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

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

And never should you tear

He'd rather come his hair.