This is a song about "Hair plugs"

Turtle dicks comb my hair

U got all them drums in there

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

He'd rather come his hair.

Three town homes in delaware

We just went there

Your pullin on my hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair