This is a song about "Hair ties"

Any ties, the government metaphorical knife will slash,

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Ties that i'm severin', and damn i represent,

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair