This is a song about "Pubic hair"

No, not on top but down there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Hair saturating, decaying. stake making, baby laying,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

U got all them drums in there

Your pullin on my hair

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

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

He'd rather come his hair.

Park my plane right there

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care