This is a song about "A lady with an egg on her head"

Cuz her head runneths over with a whole set of questions

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Gone head an get on my level

As i light one for ill will

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I slapped an x on your head

Got a lady friend but i don't need her

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

She's a freak on the low but keeps it lady like don't swallow semen.

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)