This is a song about "Bite your head off"

High: that's why they call us planes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

Ain't finna peak yet

How you feel in your head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I'm writing this off my head

// [don't you worry your pretty little head off]

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

You all wish something would turn off in my head/

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

That i'll rip your fucking head off and dump it in

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gonna hit your head off with an echo, line you up and set yo, in position