This is a song about "Kitty hair"

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

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

We both grown and i dont care

He'd rather come his hair.

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

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Your pullin on my hair

You appear as if you care