This is a song about "The back of nathan s head"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Head hancho got my seat back

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Bled, an suddenly the thoughts run back in my head

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead