This is a song about "Hair lines"

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

He'd rather come his hair.

Hey, you right there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Your pullin on my hair

We both grown and i dont care

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

And if they did, they didn't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,