This is a song about "Hair products"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Woah there, woah there

He'd rather come his hair.

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

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

It's how we put it there

Your pullin on my hair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air