This is a song about "A girl with long blonde hair and her short denim skirt"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

That's the girl, and i will protect her with my life.

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

My conscious only knew whats half tight

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

You told me god was the answer

Get a girl and then thrill her

Watch them get they monica on all day

With your girl and her mate i had a three way