This is a song about "Masons hair"

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Right, now you say you don't care

Turtle dicks comb my hair

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Free masons were often clever

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

And never should you tear

He'd rather come his hair.

They tryin to say that i don't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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