This is a song about "Hair"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And got her room number, you can find me there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

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

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Season opener, finna be there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair