This is a song about "Shoot a nigga in his head"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Rock a nigga out his socks

The lyrics that he said in jest, his head is vexed/

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

You must pick a rapper beneath you and blow his head in

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I will shoot you in the head