This is a song about "Big heads"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban 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,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And everybody's having sex

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes