This is a song about "Bite your fucking head off"

You got a big head them im a take it off your style bugs me disgusts me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

You're crazy? i'll lyrically rip your head off, yeah i'm not the cleanest

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Severed at the head when im running off to pawn your necklace

It off the head like circumcision

See with a district columbia vision

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

For the occasion, paper planes

I'm writing this off my head

Kick back and know yo son set

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

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

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head