This is a song about "Dyed hair"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Televised everywhere i dyed and remember

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

A life where we don't need no welfare

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Took me a while just to write those

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Bullshitting that nigga did his shit for the clippers

Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

All of the hair from out my head

So if i do call it's just a check