This is a song about "Hair products"

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Turtle dicks comb my hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

And got her room number, you can find me there

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

No medal here, i'm well aware