This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

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

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

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