This is a song about "Hitting your head"

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists and then slid in the stiff dick

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Finish line with the tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly

Finding more light to shed

Bitch i am in your head.

I slapped an x on your head

Ain't finna peak yet

Lift up your head and show your pride

Walk blind into a line or fight