This is a song about "Hair on my pussy"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Your friends say, why we not together yet

All of the hair from out my head

My pussy is a pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

The sweetness is overflowing just hope that i do not get ants

No, not on top but down there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

But i still got that flow in my hair,