This is a song about "Head"

Give us this day, our daily bread

Get twisted in ya head

And think alone in my head

My god come before this bread

Loving you is clouding my head

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

I hear it in my head

Im trying to see her in bed

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Hearing voices in my head

Black clouds circle my weary head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead