This is a song about "Big heads"

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Never wrong at any level

Picking heads for oral

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

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

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

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs