This is a song about "Head"

Im going to get some head

That's boa, see that's my set

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Black clouds circle my weary head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Dead they chose money over your head"

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

And think alone in my head

Im trying to see her in bed

My god come before this bread

Basically blood leaked from her head

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet