This is a song about "Good hair"

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

And now i walk around without a care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

From out of nowhere

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

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