This is a song about "Loose your fucking head"

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Like sally mae on college debt

Bitch i am in your head.

My weed is just like your head i fucking hit it.

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Trying to step so loose your rep you have no pep

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

How you feel in your head

Code red, which means you go red

Musical shots at your head,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Now i didnt say we can be cool you gotta loose head so tighten some screws

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols