This is a song about "Head"

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

She don’t give her nigga head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

The numbers burst my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Musical shots at your head,

I respect that you don't know yet

Your friends say, why we not together yet

The rhythm gets into your head.

And think alone in my head

So if i do call it's just a check

And now there in my head.

That's boa, see that's my set

If your man want to bet

Bitch i am in your head.