This is a song about "Blond hair"

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

She leave her hair in the sink

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Your pullin on my hair

No, not on top but down there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes