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

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Vice versa, eyes blue and hair blonde from the meth i did,

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

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

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,

Whole time, a little more girls

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits