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

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

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You having the family you're gonnawannalove them and not let them down..

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course