This is a song about "Pubic hair"

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

All of the hair from out my head

Says money in the air

He'd rather come his hair.

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels 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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

But i still got that flow in my hair,