This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

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

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

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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