This is a song about "Fuzzy hair"

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I don't know why i'm even on this track

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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