This is a song about "Bobble head"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Sicken feeling running thought my head

You already know you're dead

I hear it in my head

Loving you is clouding my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Im trying to see her in bed

And think alone in my head

Dead they chose money over your head"

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Woo-hah, got you all in check

The numbers burst my head

Basically blood leaked from her head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red