This is a song about "Hair lines"

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

Yeah i like that long hair,

We both grown and i dont care