This is a song about "Hair dye"

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

You already know you're dead

All of the hair from out my head

Turtle dicks comb my hair

And never should you tear

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

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,