This is a song about "Hair gel"

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Park my plane right there

Your pullin on my hair

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Believing the screens or anything there

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there