This is a song about "Slovak"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Is fishin' for a dissin, cause he's got the wonkiest head

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

I gave you the gun.. but not for your head

I work hard for everything i get

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Or aim for the head instead,

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Over the whole head space saved for major

Man it seems that in the end i head for the pen,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again