This is a song about "Big heads"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Big tits and a big ass

I can get straight to the cash

Put the purp in the blunt

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce