This is a song about "Bustin heads"

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Got the police bustin' at me/

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

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

Along with my other trophy heads

We're bustin' ass, hustle fast, we're always stayin' vexed,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Lady at the frank stand will

Picking heads for oral

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads