This is a song about "Ur hairy"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Hey bitch..wats ur name....i forgot ur name...

I'll finger punch ur vital organs

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

About disaster in the world and

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I'm on my grind

From ur head n' ur mind,