This is a song about "Crack heads"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Along with my other trophy heads

Roll up niggas be like sex

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

We've just never discussed what's on in our heads

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

All of us will eventually crack.

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Mostly crack engineering

Flapjack, ooh he bring