This is a song about "Orang utan hair"

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Season opener, finna be there

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

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

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair