This is a song about "Nice hair"

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

All of the hair from out my head

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

No medal here, i'm well aware

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

He'd rather come his hair.