This is a song about "Head"

And think alone in my head

If your man want to bet

So if i do call it's just a check

And think alone in my head

Dead they chose money over your head"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Kick back and know yo son set

Woo-hah, got you all in check

And now there in my head.

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

How you feel in your head

Like sally mae on college debt