This is a song about "Hair spray"

And never should you tear

He'd rather come his hair.

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

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

Night i need that she comin here right away

Turtle dicks comb my hair

We just went there

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Look, just remember how that winning taste