This is a song about "Blowing rats heads off"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Starting blowing breezy

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Going off on this track blowing up like floyd

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Trapping with the hood rats

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads