This is a song about "On yo head"

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Put your head on my chest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

But yo, keep that on the low though

Whip purple and yellow, hello

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Im one you cant expect to threaten, sick in the head yo, infected

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

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

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

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