This is a song about "Black hair"

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care