This is a song about "Dexters hair"

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Your pullin on my hair

Might as well prepare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

You could say i'm friends with fred

All of the hair from out my head

Hair saturating, decaying. stake making, baby laying,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere