This is a song about "Head of protests"

Perpetual head of this spittin'thing he'll screw yo terra

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Died before that video came out of miley giving head/

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

And please never disrespect my set

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

All of the hair from out my head

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

From a head full of madness rests my thoughts that i complete

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Back of his head they roll, pattern like that of a dice