This is a song about "Puffy hair"

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

No medal here, i'm well aware

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there