This is a song about "Hair ties"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Any ties, the government metaphorical knife will slash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

And ties me to the pavement

But got comma’s in my statement

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air