This is a song about "Pink hair and high heels"

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

What them tippers don't see

But it thinks high and mighty

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school