This is a song about "Hair dye"

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

Yeah i like that long hair,

They tryin to say that i don't care

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Like the red you use to dye

Keep your heads up high

And please never disrespect my set

She wants to dye her hair red?

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair