This is a song about "Hair brushes"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

All of the hair from out my head

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

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

Woah there, woah there

Your pullin on my hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

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

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