This is a song about "Hair dressing"

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

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

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Your pullin on my hair

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

He'd rather come his hair.

We just went there