This is a song about "Head"

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Before she fuck with ya head

Kick back and know yo son set

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Musical shots at your head,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

And now there in my head.

Sicken feeling running thought my head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Woo-hah, got you all in check

The numbers burst my head

If your man want to bet

Get twisted in ya head