This is a song about "Nappy hair kid"

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

You need your nappy changing, man

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Park my plane right there

Turtle dicks comb my hair