This is a song about "Curly hair man"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

U got all them drums in there

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

All of the hair from out my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

All of the hair from out my head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

They're tryin to say that i don't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,