This is a song about "Being head"

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I'm writing this off my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

That's boa, see that's my set

The ear worms in my head,

And now there in my head.

Kick back and know yo son set

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Bitch i am in your head.

And think alone in my head

You could say i'm friends with fred