This is a song about "Kinky hair"

From out of nowhere

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Believing the screens or anything there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

All of the hair from out my head

No medal here, i'm well aware

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,