This is a song about "Hair"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

For 9 years in spain had the time share

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

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Your pullin on my hair

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there