This is a song about "Dead head"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

Head and just drop dead boom!

You can pick the next room

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

Freddy stabbed me a few more times in the head until i lay dead on the dashboard