This is a song about "Bobble head"

I work hard for everything i get

Dead they chose money over your head"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Loving you is clouding my head

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Basically blood leaked from her head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Bitch i am in your head.

And think alone in my head

I respect that you don't know yet

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Black clouds circle my weary head