This is a song about "Big hair"

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

Your pullin on my hair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Yeah i like that long hair,

And never should you tear

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Throw your money in the air

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.