This is a song about "Of the head"

I see a key ahead of my head when i was climbing the stairs,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Nobody ain't own us yet

All of the hair from out my head

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Spreading hate across the nation, head of all the corporations,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot