This is a song about "Cut your head"

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

You gotta change the voices in your head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Cut your wig off, barber

I thought i recognized her

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Musical shots at your head,

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

They calling me often to offer me walls

Dead they chose money over your head"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

I slapped an x on your head

And please never disrespect my set