This is a song about "Head explosions"

Black clouds circle my weary head

Cutting me this worthless check

And now there in my head.

If your man want to bet

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Like sally mae on college debt

And think alone in my head

I'm writing this off my head

Finding more light to shed

Bitch i am in your head.

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Evoking emotions, sharp explosions to the notions of a spliffs devotion.

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Musical shots at your head,

Woo-hah, got you all in check