This is a song about "Head explosions"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And think alone in my head

Hearing voices in my head

I respect that you don't know yet

Musical shots at your head,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I hear it in my head

These jordan 4′s: check

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

That's boa, see that's my set

And think alone in my head

The rhythm gets into your head.

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Basically blood leaked from her head