This is a song about "Dodo head"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

And think alone in my head

Black clouds circle my weary head

I work hard for everything i get

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Dead they chose money over your head"

Get twisted in ya head

These jordan 4′s: check

Musical shots at your head,

My god come before this bread

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Loco off the dodo

Get rough with me, that night flow