This is a song about "Bad hair line"

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Or generate the next line,

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

You feel it from your head to your toes

You appear as if you care

He'd rather come his hair.

I said hey, you right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

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