This is a song about "Dyed hair"

Don't you leave a seed in there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

He'd rather come his hair.

U got all them drums in there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

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

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there