This is a song about "Ginger hair kid"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Yeah i like that long hair,

Three town homes in delaware

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

And now i walk around without a care

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

All of the hair from out my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

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

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair