This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

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

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