This is a song about "Vicky the blonde"

I show true blonde an light blue makin you look right through

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The water from the past is the same water in the present

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Ho ho ho. it's santa claus. at a brothel with a blonde bitch between his paws.

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,