This is a song about "Shit ginger hair"

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Turtle dicks comb my hair