This is a song about "Hair"

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

But i still got that flow in my hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

They be like where

He'd rather come his hair.

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair