This is a song about "Hair"

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

We both grown and i dont care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare