This is a song about "Gillian s hair"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

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

Turtle dicks comb my hair

I said hey, you right there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

He'd rather come his hair.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair