This is a song about "Head hunting"

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Get twisted in ya head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And think alone in my head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Hearing voices in my head

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

I hear it in my head

Kick back and know yo son set

Lemonhead end up dead

She don’t give her nigga head