This is a song about "Masons hair"

Masons, pi equations and how were labeled by our races!

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Free masons were often clever

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

With a little bit of passion

Free the masons like benjamin franklin

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Throw your money in the air

Turtle dicks comb my hair