This is a song about "A fat mexican with a coconut head"

Or just a fat ass lard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

No literally, i'm stickin' the cylinder with fake eyes and a fat nose

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Full of luck, end up with a severed head and coconuts

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.