This is a song about "Bad hair days"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

You got a baby boy or girl in there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Might as well prepare

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Just remember that there's brighter days

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I'm love stoned and i could swear

He'd rather come his hair.

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair