This is a song about "Hair brushes"

Believing the screens or anything there

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

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

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

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

I said hey, you right there

He'd rather come his hair.

But now it's more declare

Your pullin on my hair

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

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