This is a song about "Hitting your head"

Stork your head in a basket,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

How you feel in your head

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Is what i quest

Put your head on my chest

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Shots fired, get your head down

You could say i'm friends with fred

I slapped an x on your head

You gotta change the voices in your head

I don't want you to have my permit yet