This is a song about "Blond hair"

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And now i walk around without a care

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

So if i do call it's just a check

All of the hair from out my head

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

But i still got that flow in my hair,

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

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair