This is a song about "Big heads"

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

We've just never discussed what's on in our heads

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