This is a song about "Big heads"

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Smackin heads on the pavement,

If you ever feel alone and

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

The feds got- their heads chopped,

And inside they think rap's soft

And everybody's having sex

Along with my other trophy heads

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,