This is a song about "Head explosions"

Musical shots at your head,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

My god come before this bread

The numbers burst my head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Another victim dissin the towel head/

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

Black clouds circle my weary head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

I hear it in my head

If your man want to bet

I'm writing this off my head

Finding more light to shed

The ear worms in my head,

My voice make her wet

And now there in my head.