This is a song about "Hair"

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Season opener, finna be there

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

And got her room number, you can find me there