This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

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

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

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

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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