This is a song about "Hair slicked backward"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

He'd rather come his hair.

Park my plane right there

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there