This is a song about "Head fuck"

Kick back and know yo son set

Loving you is clouding my head

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

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I'm writing this off my head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Then fuck them straight into yo head!

Black clouds circle my weary head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Sicken feeling running thought my head

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Fuck rap, i'll fuckin smash your head into a heater

I'll fuck whatever lets me, just to escape from my head

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet