This is a song about "Brother has bad hair"

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

I said hey, you right there

Yeah i like that long hair,

He'd rather come his hair.

They tryin to say that i don't care

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those