This is a song about "Being head"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Sicken feeling running thought my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Black clouds circle my weary head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Get twisted in ya head

Holla out my set

I do the right thing

For going on being

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I believed in a higher being.

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag