This is a song about "Hair"

Yeah i like that long hair,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

No, no, we are not those

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair