This is a song about "Ulgy hair"

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Is not far from white girls with big bread

All of the hair from out my head

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

It's how we put it there

He'd rather come his hair.

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Look what i got here, color black is my hair