This is a song about "Long hair"

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

He'd rather come his hair.

But now it's more declare

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

We love for a while then a light goes