This is a song about "Big hair"

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

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

Big tits and a big ass

Just put your hand on the glass

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

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

Turtle dicks comb my hair

We both grown and i dont care

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

And got her room number, you can find me there