This is a song about "Pretty blonde"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

So pretty much are you still their

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire