This is a song about "Painted hair"

And if they did, they didn't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

A myriad of colors other brothers, wishing the painted

Piece of art that i painted

The master of this rap shit

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere