This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair