This is a song about "Hair dressing"

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

You appear as if you care

Your pullin on my hair

Won't run out anytime soon

Step back to the dressing room

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

She uses my nut like salad dressing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there