This is a song about "Butthole hair"

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

All of the hair from out my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Brighter than yellow bones

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there