This is a song about "Greasy hair"

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share