This is a song about "Fuck up head"

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

High as fuck, i just need my head straight/

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

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

Depressed in my messed up head feelin stressed

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

These words that swirl up in my head

Trynna keep my head up

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

I work hard for everything i get

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head