This is a song about "Tim s hair"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Your pullin on my hair

And if they did, they didn't care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Season opener, finna be there

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there