This is a song about "Head ass"

With your head on a spike a big ass frown.

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Hearing voices in my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

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

All that counts is that head up your ass,

So chase the air hide your stash

So just relax otherwise i'll hit you upside the head that will put your ass to bed,

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

You already know you're dead

She don’t give her nigga head

My god come before this bread

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head