This is a song about "Ginger hair"

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

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

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

He'd rather come his hair.

Three town homes in delaware

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

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

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear