This is a song about "Fuzzy hair"

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

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Big homie hov said i am close