This is a song about "Orang utan hair"

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Throw your gun in tha air

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

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

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

All of the hair from out my head

They tryin to say that i don't care

He'd rather come his hair.

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair