This is a song about "Big heads"

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

And everybody's having sex

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

No gimmick: real time, real heart

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Along with my other trophy heads

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth