This is a song about "Curly hair"

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

He'd rather come his hair.

Woah there, woah there

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

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

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

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

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Listen; blacker the berry, sweeter the powder

That thick curly hair still wet from the shower

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes