This is a song about "Your hair line"

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Just clippin' your hair and screenin' all air. oh hell yeah,that's crazy.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard