This is a song about "Penut head"

Bitch i am in your head.

You could say i'm friends with fred

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Basically blood leaked from her head

And think alone in my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

While everybody got ammunition on deck

The numbers burst my head

Kick back and know yo son set

The rhythm gets into your head.

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Black clouds circle my weary head

Im trying to see her in bed

And now there in my head.

There lived a lil' boy who was misled