This is a song about "Bad 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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Let me hear that beat, air

Your pullin on my hair

He'd rather come his hair.

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

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

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there