This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

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