This is a song about "Your moms forhead hair infection"

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Say your prayers, best prepare for despair, sticking off ya every single hair

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

O wait...your moms already did/

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

Your pullin on my hair

Throw your money in the air

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Your moms pussy was so good we didn't get passed the lobby,