This is a song about "Head"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

She don’t give her nigga head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

How you feel in your head

And think alone in my head

I respect that you don't know yet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The rhythm gets into your head.

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Cutting me this worthless check

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Get twisted in ya head

Like a church in debt

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Before she fuck with ya head