This is a song about "Hair and turbins"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Dragging you by your bare hair and burying you 6 ft in the ground

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

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

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Hey, you right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Your pullin on my hair

Park my plane right there