This is a song about "Chopper to head"

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Live in a big house , shit they even own a chopper.

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

I'll fuck whatever lets me, just to escape from my head

My god come before this bread

Shell put the beam to ya head

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Head to the beach and try to sink

And you could find interest