This is a song about "Limon head"

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

And think alone in my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The numbers burst my head

Holla out my set

The ear worms in my head,

Like a church in debt

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Kick back and know yo son set

Musical shots at your head,

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

She don’t give her nigga head