This is a song about "Hair"

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair