This is a song about "Blonde hair girls"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

And got her room number, you can find me there

A life where we don't need no welfare

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

It's how we put it there

Yeah i like that long hair,

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Only thing thicker than a blonde girl, is my smoke

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there