This is a song about "Red hair"

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

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

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

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Skies are black, clouds are red

Like a church in debt

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

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

I respect that you don't know yet

She wants to dye her hair red?