This is a song about "Hot headed beiliver"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Road to success headed to the chair

Beat em til they be headed in the way of amnesia

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I though i was red hot

Let me see you walk

Just searching for the perfect shot

Cause i'm always served hot

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Ever since then i had no job

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/