This is a song about "Bad hair"

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

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

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Says money in the air

But i still got that flow in my hair,

No, not on top but down there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Hey, you right there

He'd rather come his hair.

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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