This is a song about "Nice hair"

Sky high, iced out paradise

Why can't you just play nice

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

He'd rather come his hair.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class