This is a song about "Pulling hair"

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair