This is a song about "Hair plugs"

All of the hair from out my head

Im trying to see her in bed

Your pullin on my hair

And if they did, they didn't care

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

I'm that nigga with the plugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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