This is a song about "Head explosions"

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

How you feel in your head

Bitch i am in your head.

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Finding more light to shed

Im going to get some head

The numbers burst my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Foetal abortions illegal extortions lethal explosions everyday i'm dying of exhaustion/

So here i am at the store for some chips

While i'm instilled with the grief of explosions

Get twisted in ya head

Like sally mae on college debt

Cutting me this worthless check

Before she fuck with ya head