This is a song about "A kid who plays guitar and has curly hair"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

You got a baby boy or girl in there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Now this is what i call an evening

He was just a kid who simply was believing,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

"damn, this kid has no skills

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care