This is a song about "My new head phones"

But make sure if they do see

Colonizing's my new strategy

And think alone in my head

You already know you're dead

Like a church in debt

The ear worms in my head,

Hearing voices in my head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

My brother need a new job

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

So if i do call it's just a check

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

My momma needed a new crib

Or let the mob handle that