This is a song about "Hair gel"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

U got all them drums in there

He'd rather come his hair.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

All of the hair from out my head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

And these shape-shifting hoes