This is a song about "Ingrown hair"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Your pullin on my hair

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Believing the screens or anything there

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there