This is a song about "Root hair cells"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

No, not on top but down there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more prison and cells

But y'all already know,money is root of evil

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Your pullin on my hair

Like they not gon' stare

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow