This is a song about "Masons hair"

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

Your pullin on my hair

And if they did, they didn't care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Another 5, eli won't even be there