This is a song about "Hair gel"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

This is heaven on hell

Odor absorbing gel

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

I kill shows and bag more clothes

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

He'd rather come his hair.

You appear as if you care

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care