This is a song about "Off with the head"

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

I'm writing this off my head

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

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

I'll scream my fucking head off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I'm killin' off bitches, the shit that i'm spittin's so vicious it hits like a head-on collision

And all the shit you went through

Ill slice the head off all you

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gonna hit your head off with an echo, line you up and set yo, in position

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Beating him over the head with the telephone