This is a song about "Black hair"

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

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