This is a song about "Pubic hairs"

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies