This is a song about "Hair ties"

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I'm love stoned and i could swear

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

We both grown and i dont care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Your pullin on my hair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair