This is a song about "Being head"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

I'm writing this off my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Fuck being counterfeit

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Before she fuck with ya head

You already know you're dead

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Loving you is clouding my head

Fuck it, im leaving

For going on being

You know that love is a very serious thing

Or was i just a desolate being