This is a song about "Of the head"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

I will die of overdoesing, or a bullet through the head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

While im pissin,on the head of your favorite rapper,

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I stay in the shower for so long to get the bad thoughts out of my head

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Kick back and know yo son set

All of the hair from out my head