This is a song about "Daniels bald head"

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Basically blood leaked from her head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Kick back and know yo son set

The ear worms in my head,

And think alone in my head

Ain't finna peak yet

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Musical shots at your head,

And please never disrespect my set

Bitch i am in your head.

Give us this day, our daily bread