This is a song about "Beady head"

Lemonhead end up dead

The numbers burst my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Before she fuck with ya head

My god come before this bread

Musical shots at your head,

How you feel in your head

Holla out my set

Finding more light to shed

Get twisted in ya head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead