This is a song about "Your hair looks shit"

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Say your prayers, best prepare for despair, sticking off ya every single hair

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your face looks like it taste hooks

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark