This is a song about "Hair slicked backward"

Wish i could go backward, like it would even matter.

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

He'd rather come his hair.

U got all them drums in there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

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