This is a song about "Blond hair"

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Every night i stroke hoes

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

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

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

A life where we don't need no welfare