This is a song about "Heads messed"

Depressed in my messed up head feelin stressed

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Fucked around and messed with the wrong stranger.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

Go like i never seen a red light shine

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Shit, i also messed up your conjecture