This is a song about "Yellow hair"

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

And now i walk around without a care

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Around my way, i'm cut throat

They tryin to say that i don't care

Turtle dicks comb my hair

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

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

O. trice always rep his block