This is a song about "Brother has bad hair"

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Season opener, finna be there

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

Whilst your brother spins the rudder

That would be cool, if she was your lover

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

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

Here they keep a rachet close

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Luigi was his brother

Girl, what you grabbing cash for