This is a song about "Got my head stright"

I got a head gun for my own sun the one that is done

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Renting out the space in my head, it's got a vacancy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Your lyrics are shit got me headache in my head

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

And my head i got to keep it

I got two whole tears in a bucket

I've got so many monsters in my head they had to find a way out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about