This is a song about "Eddie the head"

Your friends say, why we not together yet

All of the hair from out my head

The web you created in your head

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

So if i do call it's just a check

Shell put the beam to ya head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Hit em in the back of the head

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Beating him over the head with the telephone

Or aim for the head instead,

That's boa, see that's my set

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

It off the head like circumcision

I respect that you don't know yet

All of the hair from out my head