This is a song about "Head"

If your man want to bet

She don’t give her nigga head

And think alone in my head

And please never disrespect my set

The rhythm gets into your head.

So if i do call it's just a check

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Basically blood leaked from her head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Give us this day, our daily bread

Hearing voices in my head

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

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,