This is a song about "No head"

If your man want to bet

And think alone in my head

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Inside your head until you can't take no more, insane for days!

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Lemonhead end up dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Bitch i am in your head.

My god come before this bread