This is a song about "Good hair"

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

Your pullin on my hair

From out of nowhere

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

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Might as well prepare

Yeah i like that long hair,