This is a song about "Hair and turbins"

Just clippin' your hair and screenin' all air. oh hell yeah,that's crazy.

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

He feels bare and defenseless, no hair and senseless, if only there were a way to stop this

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Says money in the air

Yeah i like that long hair,

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there