This is a song about "Tecorrey bald headed self"

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

I'm coming after y'all like a seven headed hydra,

Relying only on self

Wish i could shed all these tears

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Beat em til they be headed in the way of amnesia

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Self designated wicked critical closer

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Careful where your headed

Road to success headed to the chair

Another 5, eli won't even be there