This is a song about "For head"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I gave you the gun.. but not for your head

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Or aim for the head instead,

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I stay in the shower for so long to get the bad thoughts out of my head

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Head for the catheter cause i'm getting pissed off

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Hard for you to manage yo bitch give me so much head

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.