This is a song about "Cut your head"

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

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

Dead they chose money over your head"

The rhythm gets into your head.

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

I slapped an x on your head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Cutting me this worthless check

The web you created in your head

God bless the dead

Bitch i am in your head.