This is a song about "Red hair"

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

He'd rather come his hair.

No, not on top but down there

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Found dead covered in red

Skies are black, clouds are red

Woo-hah, got you all in check

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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