This is a song about "Hair brushes"

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

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

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

All of the hair from out my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air