This is a song about "Nipple hair"

We just went there

He'd rather come his hair.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

As i nibble on the nipple that's feeding me these symbols

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical