This is a song about "Orang utan hair"

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Kick back and know yo son set

All of the hair from out my head

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

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

You appear as if you care

He'd rather come his hair.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Believing the screens or anything there

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire