This is a song about "Gillian s hair"

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

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

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Throw your money in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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