This is a song about "Boars head"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Let's get back to killing whores, i hunt them like boars with a sword

My voice make her wet

How you feel in your head

The numbers burst my head

Holla out my set

Cutting me this worthless check

She don’t give her nigga head

Give us this day, our daily bread

The rhythm gets into your head.

Lemonhead end up dead

The ear worms in my head,

And think alone in my head

And please never disrespect my set

My god come before this bread

And now there in my head.