This is a song about "Hair dye"

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Hey, you right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

All of the hair from out my head

Your pullin on my hair

They be like where

Hair saturating, decaying. stake making, baby laying,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

If you feel it, it must be real just

She leave her hair in the sink

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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