This is a song about "Black hair"

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

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

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Black as black like the blacktop/

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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