This is a song about "Pip head"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I respect that you don't know yet

And think alone in my head

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Nobody ain't own us yet

Basically blood leaked from her head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

And now there in my head.

Your friends say, why we not together yet

The rhythm gets into your head.

She don’t give her nigga head

Give us this day, our daily bread

I'm writing this off my head

If your man want to bet