This is a song about "Headset hair"

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

He'd rather come his hair.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

And never should you tear

Your pullin on my hair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

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

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair