This is a song about "Head explosions"

And please never disrespect my set

I'm writing this off my head

And think alone in my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

My god come before this bread

Before she fuck with ya head

Finding more light to shed

I hear it in my head

That's boa, see that's my set

The rhythm gets into your head.

Disappointment in my head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I don't want you to have my permit yet