This is a song about "Dexters hair"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

And now i walk around without a care

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Your pullin on my hair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care