This is a song about "My dead head"

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

Head and just drop dead boom!

I need a little room

Even when my dreams are dead

My voice make her wet

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Evil as i said, choking people that are dead, stroking motherfuckers head,

And think alone in my head

Holla out my set

Loving you is clouding my head

If your man want to bet