This is a song about "Strawberry hair"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

And got her room number, you can find me there

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Yeah i like that long hair,