This is a song about "15 shots to da head"

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

The girl give me da head count

I drive that all around

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Dont bother to bounce back cause im without a doubt da toughest/

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Fuck a mayback, i pull da back seats to da rolls.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

To the ruckus in my head voices talking without reason

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one