This is a song about "Eric having gray hair and big cheeks"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

The street slang i be speakin in code

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Don't you leave a seed in there