This is a song about "One to the head"

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm one with madness, take the queens head capture the palace.

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Don't think it through don't take it to the head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Like, pow, that's one jab to the chest, watch how i don't be smackin' his head

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Just know my lyrics went to your head to stop the violence