This is a song about "Marrus greasy hair"

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

All of the hair from out my head

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

But now it's more declare

He'd rather come his hair.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair