This is a song about "Bad hair"

My god come before this bread

All of the hair from out my head

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

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

For 9 years in spain had the time share

With rain pouring down her already wet hair