This is a song about "Hitting your head"

Three times cause fate had my side

Lift up your head and show your pride

I make your head spin round,

No reason to be around

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Stork your head in a basket,

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

And please never disrespect my set

They want power and riches over your head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Ain't finna peak yet

Musical shots at your head,

Your balls haven't even dropped, so stop hitting on girl's who like it right/

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I respect that you don't know yet

You gotta change the voices in your head