This is a song about "Blowing rats heads off"

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I'm coming for you chickens heads

And everybody's having sex

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Their heads cut off now their faceless, my music hits its not painless

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Along with my other trophy heads

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Going off on this track blowing up like floyd

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed