This is a song about "Greasy hair"

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

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair