This is a song about "Ginger pubic hair"

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Believing the screens or anything there

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

All of the hair from out my head

And please never disrespect my set

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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