This is a song about "Bad hair days"

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I could see the better days

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Just remember that there's brighter days

This is no trial, this a closed case

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

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

He'd rather come his hair.

Throw your money in the air

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

A life where we don't need no welfare