This is a song about "Cutting hair"

And now i walk around without a care

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Aight santana man...let's do this

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,