This is a song about "Ginger hair"

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

All of the hair from out my head

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

He'd rather come his hair.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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