This is a song about "Orang utan hair"

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

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

All of the hair from out my head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

But i still got that flow in my hair,

I'm love stoned and i could swear

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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