This is a song about "Bad hair"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Like a line full of hoes

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

They tryin to say that i don't care

He'd rather come his hair.