This is a song about "Hair brushes"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

All of the hair from out my head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Turtle dicks comb my hair

From out of nowhere

He'd rather come his hair.

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair