This is a song about "Brains and hair"

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I'll bash your brains in and watch your skull shatter

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

And his brains were all scattered all over the floor

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Dropping mind fuck bars and now your brains a wreck

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Together all the timethought it was true love

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious