This is a song about "Hair ine"

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

All of the hair from out my head

And never should you tear

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

All of the hair from out my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare