This is a song about "Blonde boys"

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

I show true blonde an light blue makin you look right through

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

And ask me how was my night

Lookin at my boys like

Boys tell me they love me

And losin all his money

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Just show them boys whos boss

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints