This is a song about "Dead head hippie"

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

We both teenagers with the same mind state

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

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

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

Dead they chose money over your head"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Code red, which means you go red

Dead they chose money over your head"

And don't perform after him or you might regret

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead