This is a song about "Rug head"

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

How you feel in your head

Bitch i am in your head.

You could say i'm friends with fred

The rhythm gets into your head.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Cutting me this worthless check

And think alone in my head

My god come before this bread

And think alone in my head