This is a song about "Blond hair"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Hair saturating, decaying. stake making, baby laying,

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,

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

Your pullin on my hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

All of the hair from out my hear

Be yourself, just show me you're real

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

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

He'd rather come his hair.

Might as well prepare