This is a song about "Head"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

You already know you're dead

And think alone in my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

And now there in my head.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Code red, which means you go red

The ear worms in my head,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Black clouds circle my weary head