This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

Whether you wrong or you right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

Shake your ass in public, wear a dress with no pantys so guys can see ur pubic, area,

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Menacing stares, he glares makin' the hairs all on the back of your neck stand

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

My mansion's diamond in mayfair, cosigning with reigned hairs of slain mare,