This is a song about "For head"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Man it seems that in the end i head for the pen,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Or aim for the head instead,

Ain't finna peak yet

Tilt your head, stay in that position for 7 minutes

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

I tore my family apart, sin by sin. in my head it happens limb for limb.

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him