This is a song about "Sick in my head"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Lonely hearted in the corner hearing voices in my head.

And think alone in my head

Cutting me this worthless check

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Niggas is unifying as we speak

With a sick freak! who gives head in a jeep!

My mind's crippled i need a draft in my head

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

'till this day it remains in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Disappointment in my head

I respect that you don't know yet

And now there in my head.