This is a song about "Hair brushes"

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

All of the hair from out my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

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

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

Your pullin on my hair

U got all them drums in there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Park my plane right there

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

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

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