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

The web you created in your head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Shell put the beam to ya head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

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

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Got 30 shots started actin silly

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

But with only the pain in my head

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

They just go around

Shots fired, get your head down