This is a song about "Gun in your head"

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Retarded flow to your noggin, go & put your head in the helmet

Stork your head in a basket,

Rack, rack city shit

I told him get his 9 and run

In the car with a gun,

I know you're mad, but so what

//rest in peace, keep your head up

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

The web you created in your head

I saw your words in your head before you even spoke

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope