This is a song about "Dented head"

The rhythm gets into your head.

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Last wednesday, accidentally dented the back of my truck.

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Give us this day, our daily bread

Bitch i am in your head.