This is a song about "Potatoe head"

Get twisted in ya head

God bless the dead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I'm writing this off my head

Im trying to see her in bed

And think alone in my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

The ear worms in my head,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

And im sure, that flew over your head/