This is a song about "Riley s hair"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

He'd rather come his hair.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I used to have a nine to five

It´s the battle of life

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

With rain pouring down her already wet hair