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

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gonna hit your head off with an echo, line you up and set yo, in position

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

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

I saw your words in your head before you even spoke

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Stork your head in a basket,

With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

My god come before this bread

I will shoot you in the head

Have you thought about your butt, who’s gonna tear it in two?

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

How you feel in your head

Nobody ain't own us yet