This is a song about "Red hair"

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Is not far from white girls with big bread

She wants to dye her hair red?

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Watch your body turn indian red,