This is a song about "Petya head"

Hearing voices in my head

Like a church in debt

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Im going to get some head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

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

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

And think alone in my head

Kick back and know yo son set

Nobody ain't own us yet

How you feel in your head

I respect that you don't know yet

Basically blood leaked from her head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Dead they chose money over your head"