This is a song about "Sneaker head"

That's boa, see that's my set

Musical shots at your head,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Sicken feeling running thought my head

The numbers burst my head

Cutting me this worthless check

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Hearing voices in my head

Ain't finna peak yet

And think alone in my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Im going to get some head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

And im sure, that flew over your head/

I hear it in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead