This is a song about "Hair"

And if they did, they didn't care

Your pullin on my hair

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

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

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

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

Yeah i like that long hair,

Let me hear that beat, air

He'd rather come his hair.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care