This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

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

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with christian dior

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

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

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

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair