This is a song about "Butthole hair"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Might as well prepare

He'd rather come his hair.

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

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

And got her room number, you can find me there

They tryin to say that i don't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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