This is a song about "Good hair"

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

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

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

And now i walk around without a care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Please, just peep the crystal method where

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

With rain pouring down her already wet hair