This is a song about "Hair ass"

Right, now you say you don't care

Your pullin on my hair

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

And now i walk around without a care

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

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