This is a song about "Sneaker head"

My god come before this bread

The rhythm gets into your head.

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Black clouds circle my weary head

And think alone in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Kick back and know yo son set

Bitch i am in your head.

I'm writing this off my head

You already know you're dead

How you feel in your head

God bless the dead

Before she fuck with ya head

That's boa, see that's my set