This is a song about "Nappy headed hos"

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Fuck im getting big headed

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Beat em til they be headed in the way of amnesia

You can't tell me shit

Careful where your headed

Road to success headed to the chair

And got her room number, you can find me there

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

You need your nappy changing, man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang