This is a song about "Hair"

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

Believing the screens or anything there

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

Your pullin on my hair

Says money in the air

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

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

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there