This is a song about "Kais hair"

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

He'd rather come his hair.

We just went there

But now it's more declare

Yeah i like that long hair,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

All of the hair from out my head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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