This is a song about "No hair"

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

He'd rather come his hair.

Right, now you say you don't care

All of the hair from out my head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Throw your money in the air

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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