This is a song about "Petya head"

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

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

And now there in my head.

Nobody ain't own us yet

My voice make her wet

I hear it in my head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Basically blood leaked from her head

Before she fuck with ya head

Finding more light to shed

You could say i'm friends with fred

I'm writing this off my head

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Your friends say, why we not together yet