This is a song about "Headset hair"

All of the hair from out my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Park my plane right there

He'd rather come his hair.

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You appear as if you care

Yeah i like that long hair,

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

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

They tryin to say that i don't care