This is a song about "Big hair"

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Your pullin on my hair

Says money in the air