This is a song about "Head fuck"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Crazy what people will do to fuck with you and get in your head

High as fuck, i just need my head straight/

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I hear it in my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

The rhythm gets into your head.

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Paint a picture in your head and ask why the fuck is that fence dull

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

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

And think alone in my head

That's boa, see that's my set