This is a song about "Off with the head"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

The devil took off with what was mine

I'm writing this off my head

You already know you're dead

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

Rocking with the shower head pissing.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

You're crazy? i'll lyrically rip your head off, yeah i'm not the cleanest

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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