This is a song about "Hair pulling"

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

Living out of bags

Pulling the stitching out as

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

He'd rather come his hair.

Park my plane right there

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care