This is a song about "Hair cut"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

I work hard for everything i get

All of the hair from out my head

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

Throw your money in the air

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,