This is a song about "She can get head for a point"

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Can i get real for a split minute

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Punch through your head get a mind i've what i just said

She did not get what being #apart #meant for me

As i seenobody cares about my history

She don’t give her nigga head

Kick back and know yo son set