This is a song about "Rainbow hair line"

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Woah there, woah there

Your pullin on my hair

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

I just call it …remember all the dough

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

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