This is a song about "Chopper to head"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

Reason i stuck with the sound

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Head to the beach and try to sink

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Plus they wouldn’t let me in the spot with my chopper

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

So i'm ready to bash you in the head

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

While everybody got ammunition on deck