This is a song about "Blonde hair girls"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

Gawking and stalking this blonde chick with nice tits/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Only thing thicker than a blonde girl, is my smoke

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there