This is a song about "Curly hair man"

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

He'd rather come his hair.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

Kick back and know yo son set

All of the hair from out my head

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there