This is a song about "Hair ass"

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And now i walk around without a care

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

All of the hair from out my head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

No, not on top but down there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,