This is a song about "Blonde girls"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I get jelous when your with other girls

All the girls wanna have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I'm a slave to my own rage, no blonde in this world is safe.

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

And you are not around like black fathers

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket