This is a song about "Your hair"

And got her room number, you can find me there

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

You appear as if you care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

He'd rather come his hair.

Right, now you say you don't care