This is a song about "Hair on my pussy"

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

Oh, why do i live this way

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Im the coolest of cool look at my hair do

I don't need no single

My pussy is a pistol

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

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

All of the hair from out my head

I respect that you don't know yet

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

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