This is a song about "Neck deep"

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

No sign of you anywhere, i felt a pain in my neck

I’m way harder than the concrete

Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep

Like a church in debt

Ill stab you in the neck

Head so big i got a crooked neck

I don't want you to have my permit yet

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,