This is a song about "Thin hair"

Success was just a blatant hoax, my patience was wearing thin,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You don;t thin anymore

And you ain't gotta go to war

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Stand up misses i love your ambition

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare