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

I dreamed of being that cool kid who rapped without a blueprint

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

He was just a kid who simply was believing,

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Like a kid has straight d's and gets all but 1 to b's

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good