This is a song about "Like your hair"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Three town homes in delaware

Yeah i like that long hair,

Grab the bitch by her hair n twist head like the exorcist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Like sharkeisha's hair tracks. brace for impact- balls intact. [check]

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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