This is a song about "Booboo head"

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Musical shots at your head,

You already know you're dead

I hear it in my head

The numbers burst my head

Kick back and know yo son set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

So if i do call it's just a check

She don’t give her nigga head

Get twisted in ya head

My voice make her wet

Like sally mae on college debt

The rhythm gets into your head.

Lemonhead end up dead

And think alone in my head