This is a song about "Blond hair"

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Believing the screens or anything there

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Your pullin on my hair

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

All of the hair from out my head

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair