This is a song about "Crack heads"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Mostly crack engineering

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

If it still has a crack

The crown ruler is back

So tell me what they crack

Bring that shit the fuck back

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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