This is a song about "Hair dressing"

And now i walk around without a care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

When you took my hand up so calm

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

But i still got that flow in my hair,