This is a song about "Bold heads"

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Talk shit to me? get bold n meet my reming-ton

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Hey little weakling im brave and bold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Fuck a sidebitch, i need a chick thats bold

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense