This is a song about "For head"

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I respect that you don't know yet

Or aim for the head instead,

I rap to myself in my head waiting for second period to arrive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Is fishin' for a dissin, cause he's got the wonkiest head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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