This is a song about "My new head phones"

I'm writing this off my head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Loving you is clouding my head

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

I be stuck to you

My ride old but my rims new,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Giving head, now takes on a whole new meaning