This is a song about "Hairs"

Couple grand when i rock the night

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with christian dior

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

My mansion's diamond in mayfair, cosigning with reigned hairs of slain mare,

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit