This is a song about "Gonna shoot you in your head"

Stork your head in a basket,

After that moscato hit

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Ill shoot your ass down like it is in a grave

You gotta change the voices in your head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Crazy what people will do to fuck with you and get in your head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Intxicated rebellion gonna bust a bottle over your head bitch

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I'm gonna pick the world up and i'm gonna drop it on your fucking head

If only i could get in your head...

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed