This is a song about "Bustin heads"

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm coming for you chickens heads

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

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

She grabs the yellow bottle

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Got the police bustin' at me/

Walk that body, talk that body