This is a song about "Pumkin head"

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Sicken feeling running thought my head

The rhythm gets into your head.

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Disappointment in my head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

How you feel in your head

God bless the dead

And please never disrespect my set

And think alone in my head

And im sure, that flew over your head/

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Black clouds circle my weary head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

I'm writing this off my head

My voice make her wet