This is a song about "Pip head"

And now there in my head.

Nobody ain't own us yet

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Dead they chose money over your head"

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And think alone in my head

Another victim dissin the towel head/

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

The numbers burst my head

Kick back and know yo son set

My god come before this bread

Black clouds circle my weary head