This is a song about "Butthole hair"

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Your pullin on my hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Yeah i like that long hair,

Woah there, woah there

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

All of the hair from out my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there