This is a song about "Kinky hair"

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

He'd rather come his hair.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Like they not gon' stare

Your pullin on my hair