This is a song about "Her ponytail"

Yeah, ready for whatever

But i wrote this for her

I pull up in that black and red challenger

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Then the stars don't even matter

And make her fall on her face and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure