This is a song about "Ducth fuck head"

I'm writing this off my head

You already know you're dead

So if i do call it's just a check

She don’t give her nigga head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Disappointment in my head

And think alone in my head

Ain't finna peak yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

The rhythm gets into your head.

Fuck this is fun... now nod your head in agreement hun.

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one