This is a song about "Hair pulling"

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

No medal here, i'm well aware

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy