This is a song about "Blond hair"

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Season opener, finna be there

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Hair saturating, decaying. stake making, baby laying,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing