This is a song about "Penut head"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

And think alone in my head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Black clouds circle my weary head

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Im trying to see her in bed

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

You could say i'm friends with fred

Loving you is clouding my head

Bitch i am in your head.

Cutting me this worthless check

So if i do call it's just a check

And think alone in my head