This is a song about "Nappy hair"

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

He'd rather come his hair.

We just went there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Yeah i like that long hair,

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Believing the screens or anything there

Season opener, finna be there

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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