This is a song about "Crack heads"

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Wonder if they take it all back

P-i double l in the building

Mostly crack engineering

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Clap two times if you drunk