This is a song about "Blonde girls"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I get jelous when your with other girls

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

And ask me how was my night

These girls be so crazy,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And i like my window tinted out

Girls out her talkin bout

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

We should appreciate the girls

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Walk up to a blonde virgin and ask her out she says yes so i tell ill see ya tonight,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night