This is a song about "Maybe i need my head inside straightened brain contemplating"

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

But it inside my head, those voices had an objection.

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Thought i could get inside, pick apart his brain

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Maybe i just need some sleep,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

The rhymes inside my brain are insane, they're over-stocked,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

They coming at my head as if i need that

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head