This is a song about "Greasy hair"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And got her room number, you can find me there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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