This is a song about "Hair stylist and massage theta"

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

And got her room number, you can find me there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,

Dragging you by your bare hair and burying you 6 ft in the ground

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round