This is a song about "The bajan skull"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So i take the opportunity to bash a skull in brutally

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I can hammer it in with nails and set your skull ablaze

I'm the black sheep of the world i got ma feet on ma skull

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

And your face erased just like red skull.

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just stop it, get it into your thick skull