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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Maybe it's the paranoia in my brain - or it's the flow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

They coming at my head as if i need that

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

There's a voice inside my head that once said

Sitting contemplating concentrating on if i

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly