This is a song about "Your hair line"

Right, now you say you don't care

Your pullin on my hair

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And got her room number, you can find me there

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

Did give you a good scare raised the hair on the back of your neck bitch beware,

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