This is a song about "Let my hair down"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

And please never disrespect my set

All of the hair from out my head

So i let my guard down to my beating heart

Hope all over again, we can start

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Stuff fake hair down the hole that you spoke,

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Park my plane right there

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds