This is a song about "9 shots to the head"

They can’t even come around

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Cocksucker kick rocks, we need to make the smartest guys the big shots,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

It off the head like circumcision

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Rocking with the shower head pissing.

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

The web you created in your head

Head of the class moments need to pass

And i got that drive and she just might crash