This is a song about "Ur hair nob"

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

From ur head n' ur mind,

Cause i’m back on my grind

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

He'd rather come his hair.

We both grown and i dont care