This is a song about "Petya head"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Basically blood leaked from her head

My god come before this bread

Like a church in debt

And think alone in my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

I'm writing this off my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Sicken feeling running thought my head

The rhythm gets into your head.

I respect that you don't know yet

These jordan 4′s: check

And now there in my head.

You already know you're dead

The ear worms in my head,