This is a song about "Head"

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Code red, which means you go red

The rhythm gets into your head.

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Im going to get some head

If your man want to bet

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Loving you is clouding my head

Musical shots at your head,

So if i do call it's just a check

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

The ear worms in my head,

My god come before this bread