This is a song about "Your bald headed granny"

I was headed down over to the head shop

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Road to success headed to the chair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

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

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road