This is a song about "Headset hair"

Your pullin on my hair

Don't you leave a seed in there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

A life where we don't need no welfare

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

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

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Yeah i like that long hair,

You appear as if you care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair