This is a song about "Head"

Nobody ain't own us yet

And now there in my head.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Sicken feeling running thought my head

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Before she fuck with ya head

So if i do call it's just a check

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Bitch i am in your head.

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

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Hearing voices in my head

Is not far from white girls with big bread