This is a song about "Little head"

The numbers burst my head

Code red, which means you go red

Or maybe too little

With a honey in the middle

Black clouds circle my weary head

Kick back and know yo son set

Nobody ain't own us yet

I hear it in my head

Disappointment in my head

You already know you're dead

And think alone in my head

Lemonhead end up dead

Why are the little kids having little kids

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

// [don't you worry your pretty little head off]