This is a song about "Head poped"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Bitch i am in your head.

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

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I'm writing this off my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Loving you is clouding my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

The numbers burst my head

Get twisted in ya head

Lemonhead end up dead

The ear worms in my head,

Code red, which means you go red

And think alone in my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red