This is a song about "Curley hair"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

All of the hair from out my head

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

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

No medal here, i'm well aware

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Let me hear that beat, air

Yeah i like that long hair,

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare