This is a song about "Sick in the head"

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Don't you see? i don't want me, i'm fucked in the head.

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

But with only the pain in my head

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Im one you cant expect to threaten, sick in the head yo, infected

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

The lines they flow lyrically, spherically, round in my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

These other kids they made him sick in the head

Bled, an suddenly the thoughts run back in my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Sick so damn dick i'm mean sick i wanna kick you in the head but you might be dead chick