This is a song about "Head"

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Im trying to see her in bed

Dead they chose money over your head"

Like sally mae on college debt

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Black clouds circle my weary head

You already know you're dead

Get twisted in ya head

God bless the dead

My voice make her wet

Disappointment in my head

And think alone in my head

And please never disrespect my set

That's boa, see that's my set

Loving you is clouding my head