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

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

All day longdo it like tony

I made your moms ass rosy

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Your pullin on my hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Did give you a good scare raised the hair on the back of your neck bitch beware,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row