This is a song about "Head lice"

And think alone in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Ain't finna peak yet

Before she fuck with ya head

I am hip-hop. past, present and future

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

Give us this day, our daily bread

Get twisted in ya head

I bet your so dirty yo probably got lice in your scalp,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Code red, which means you go red

Black clouds circle my weary head

Sicken feeling running thought my head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

And now there in my head.

You already know you're dead