This is a song about "Tim s hair"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

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

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Your pullin on my hair

Believing the screens or anything there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

When drunk i only drink beer

But luckily tim changed my year

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.