This is a song about "Red princess hair"

She wants to dye her hair red?

Give us this day, our daily bread

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

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

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

And got her room number, you can find me there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

U got all them drums in there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere