This is a song about "Hair linea"

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Your pullin on my hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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