This is a song about "Hair"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

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

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Says money in the air

He'd rather come his hair.

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

You feel it from your head to your toes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.