This is a song about "Rug head"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

She don’t give her nigga head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Better watch your words or ill roll you up in a fustian rug,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Bitch i am in your head.

Lemonhead end up dead

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

Basically blood leaked from her head

And please never disrespect my set

This is like love, that you can never get

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

The numbers burst my head

That's boa, see that's my set