This is a song about "Black heads"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

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

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Smackin heads on the pavement,

About disaster in the world and

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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