This is a song about "Dead head"

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

This is like love, that you can never get

Dead they chose money over your head"

Your friends say, why we not together yet

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

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