This is a song about "Hair"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

And now i walk around without a care

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

And if they did, they didn't care

He'd rather come his hair.

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

But the water that we use will dirty your hair

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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