This is a song about "Big hair"

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Your pullin on my hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche