This is a song about "Nappy head"

Lemonhead end up dead

All of the hair from out my head

Musical shots at your head,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And think alone in my head

You already know you're dead

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Before she fuck with ya head

I respect that you don't know yet

Or wipe your ass when you need your nappy replaced.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Holla out my set

How you feel in your head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Loving you is clouding my head