This is a song about "Dyed hair"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

All of the hair from out my head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

You appear as if you care

He'd rather come his hair.

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair