This is a song about "Nice hair"

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Another 5, eli won't even be there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Like they not gon' stare

He'd rather come his hair.

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

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

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair